I find that most of the people who actually stop by here, are more interested in reading about how things work in Japan rather than me rambling about my ferociously wild emotions that don't ever seem to keep still.
Therefore, from now on, I'll try
(yes, TRY!!!) to incorporate more of how it is living here in Japan, and not on how it feels being here in Japan.
To start things of, here's what I did today, a pretty little Thursday with no classes, no meetings (ada, tapi ponteng! down with meetings!!!!!!) just a day to maybe sit back at home, catch up on some undone work or to go round and do some errands.
Today, I shall treat you to my special trip tu the 箕面市役所(Minoo Shiyaku Sho) a.k.a Minoh City Hall. I have just moved out from the insanly convenient and cheap hostel into a house that is about 20 minits up-hill walk to campus. I'll show you my trip to school on another entry. Back to the City Hall thingy. Here in Japan, once you move to a new place, you have to go register yourself as the new tenant and at the same time, report to the Post Office to forward any mail sent to your previous place to your new place. It sounds really troublesome but it's all worthewhile. I defenitely woudln't want any crazy old person receiving my love letters now then would I?
So, to go to the city hall, I have to take a bus, scheduled to leave at 8.35. I wake up get ready and have breaky.
Breaky here is either bread, cereal, or nothing. No nasi lemak, no bihun goreng, and of course, no roti canai yang sedap lagi enak lemak berkerim. My breakfast today is a banana and a fresh cup of O.J. (beware! - may cause instant urge to rush to toilet)
That's my new (or you can say OLD) house. I'm on the second floor. The person below me is an old guy. Things aren't so good between us. I love running around on my floor. He hates me running around on his roof.haha.
To move around, I use my trusty steed, Grey the Bycycle. Bye, bye bye cyle. It's a pass me down with paint chipping of here and there and dust as thick as the fatty layer in a polar bear.
So I get on and ride my way to the bus stop. Pass by some houses, a river...up and down, up and down we go.
Right on time, at 8.35, the bus comes. How much? It's free. Service buses to hospitals, old folks homes and the city hall are free. The only bad thing about it is that it's gonna be full of old people so you have to give up your seat anyway.
I got on at one of the earlier stops so all the cute grandmama's and grandpapa's are still waiting somewhere to steal my seat.
After a 30 min bus ride, I reach the city hall.
Sat down and waited my turn.
There was nobody there, but my nomber was, 108!
Owh wait, its 801!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm gonna be here forever!!!!!!!!
But no, it took me barely 15 minuites and I was done.
It's only 9.20 and the bus back to my place is at 10.23...hmmm...what do I do?
Headed to the bank, ran some other erands and totally forgot to take pictures...la di da.
9.30...hmm...Why not head to Daiso then? (Daiso is a 100 yen franchaise shop all around Japan, macam kedai 2 ringgit kat malaysia, kat KL pun ada tak silap.)
So I walked happily to Daiso...
Passed a cute flower shop.....
.....to find Daiso CLOSED! It's either I wait till 10, or just head back to the bus stop.
So to avoid missing the bus, I hang my head low, sad that I can't shop, and head back to wait for the bus.
I thought I was early, but wait...Japanese people are always there before you!
Since I couldn't make it to Daiso, I stopped by Konimiya, a small supermarket just 5 minits from my house.
With intentions to by NOTHING OTHER THAN RICE, I endded up with....
pesanan to bakal suami - please do not let me go shopping alone kalau dah kawin nanti. Jenuh duit habis nanti!!! Yabai (Teruklah!)Well, with all my unnecessary groceries, I headed of home.
The pretty cosmo's that bloom in Autumn are one of my favourite flowers in Japan. Cosmo's come in pink, purple, white, yellow and orange. The last time I went to look at Cosmo's was last year in Tokyo. The pictures are
here.
After a tireing morning, I sat myself down and got to work, depriving myself of lunch, unless I manage to finish what HAS to be done.
Fine day's like this don't come often. Day's that you don't mind to spend by yourself, to just sit by the window, and enjoy Allah's work of art.
